Sorry about not answering the question that I posed at the begining of last chapter, but, this chapter will include: 1) A fully detailed answer. 2) Another holiday fiasco. 3) A man with bad back problems.

I looked at Diango, who was looking between me and my noobs, as if trying to decide which was wierder. Finaly, he looked at me "WHAT THE ---- IS WRONG WITH YOU? NEARLY RAN ME OVER WITH YOUR LITTLE-"

"Little?" I asked, as if he really thought there was that small fo an ammount.

"Yeah, you're right, slightly huge. Anyways, WHAT THE ---- IS WRONG WITH YOU? NEARLY RAN ME OVER WITH YOUR SLIGHTLY HUGE GROUP OF MONGRELS? NEARLY CRUSHED ME RIGHT INTO THE STONE UNDER OUR FEET! I SHOULD SUE YOU FOR ALL THE MONEY IN YOUR BANK, THAT'S WHAT I SHOULD DO!"

"Diango, I am incredibly sorry, but-"

"Gimme a minute..." He said... I gave him one... two... thrity fiva thousand six-hundred seventy two... I heard an explosion as he stood up cimpletely, nearly making me require a hearing aid. He hugged me.

"THANK YOU! THAT PAIN IN MY BACK WAS ANNOYING! I LOVE YOU! HOW CAN I EVER REPAY YOU?"

I stared at the crazed man that was holding me in a death grip that matched the one from chapter 1 of my story 'days of insanity'. "I can think of a couple of ways..."

"HOW? HOW? HOW!" He bellowed.

"Ummm... you can start by letting go of me..."I said. I was dropped to the floor, but at a price. My arms were now non-existent.

"Two, I would like another rubber chicken..." I said. He gave me another rubber chicken, but an incredibly red rare one.

"That one is trade-able."

I stared at the toy merchant. He stared back. I'm tired of typing that.

"And I'd like for us all to do the holiday special." At the mention of the word 'us' the noobs swarmed Diango. Any word you can think of, that involves a brutal stamped of weak people, running over a poor merchant who had just gotten sopem horrible back problems, and was on his way to good health but his joy was short lived by some over-eager noobs that you know of, feel free to use them now. I like pizza.

Diango, some how, shot his hand over the mass of noob and pointed to the workshop some where off-screen. "JUST GO!" He screamed. I was surprised I heard him through all the noobs. We made our way to the soon-to-be-a-disaster ground A.K.A. Diango's workshop.

HERE'S THE LONG-AWAITED ANSWER PEOPLE:

How does Diango's workshop get so full, so fast:

1) I log on.

2) My noobs log on.

3) We go to the work shop.

4) I go down the ladder.

5) The noobs follow m down the ladder.

6) Instant fillification. (A\N: if that's a word...)

THERES YOUR ANSWER, NOW STOP HARRASING ME!